When he had reached the maturity of his wisdom, Faust organised drainage works, the object of which was to increase the area of land that could be utilised:—
To many millions let me furnish soil,
Though not secure, yet free to active toil;
Green, fertile fields.
A land like Paradise here, round about.
Yes! to this thought I hold with firm persistence;
The last result of wisdom stamps it true:
He only earns his freedom and existence,
Who daily conquers them anew.